He slowed his strokes and spread her ass cheeks wide, revealing her secret pucker. He traced a finger over her asshole, enjoying the sight of it clenching at his touch.
“Master,” she said, peering over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide with alarm. “Master, please, you mustn’t touch me there.”
He raised an eyebrow at her, not yet removing his hand from her most private place. “And why is that?”
“Because it’s... embarrassing,” she admitted.
“Is it, now?” He increased the pressure on her tight pucker, until the tip of his finger finally entered her.
She gasped and clamped down around his digit, and all the while he maintained a slow thrust in and out of her pussy.
“You ought to be embarrassed,” he said teasingly, adding a second finger to her ass. “You ought to be deeply ashamed at how wet you are becoming, with both your holes filled up at the same time. Naughty, naughty little human.” Once he had both digits seated deep in her ass, he commenced pounding into her pussy as hard as he had earlier.
“Master, please.” Her voice came as a soft whimper, drifting over the noise of flesh slapping against flesh, but he didn’t think she was begging him to stop. No, she was pleading for him to fuck her harder and make her come.
With each drive of his cock into her tight, wet channel, his balls impacted upon her clit, and it wasn’t long before she cried out her release, gyrating back against him as her knuckles turned white while she clutched onto the sofa.
“Master,” she breathed, her tone one of dreamy satisfaction.
Slowly, he withdrew his digits from her ass, once again enjoying the erotic sight of her pucker clenching and unclenching. Ah, one day soon he would fuck her ass. With this thought in mind, he grabbed her hips and slammed his hard length into her, again and again, his desire swelling with each delicious plunge into her tightness, until at last he came with a thunderous roar, his seed spurting deep into her womanly core. When he pulled out of her pussy, a trickle of his essence ran down her inner thigh, milky white against her pale flesh, a mark of his ownership.
He sat on the sofa and drew her into his arms. Second best to claiming her was cradling her against his chest and running his hands through her hair. Gods, she was delicate, but she was strong. She hadn’t broken down weeping after her ordeal with Hethron, though he wouldn’t have thought any less of her if she had. He thought she would make a fine mother one day, and he absently caressed her stomach, wondering how long it would be until she was with child.
She cupped the side of his face and stared at him for the longest while, her expression one of urgency, as if she had something important to say. But he wouldn’t rush her. Whatever it was, he would be patient and allow her to confess it on her own time. However, what she said next surprised him and shook him to his very core.
“Thank you for saving me, Master. I-I worried that I might die, and then I saw the life I would have missed with you in my mind, flashing as if the events had already come to pass. Resting in your arms as we watched another sunrise. Our first baby. Then many more children. It broke my heart to think none of those events would come to pass. I-I realized in that instant, that I am growing to care for you, even though I fought it at first. I-I am glad that you were chosen as my mate. I cannot imagine being mated to another, Master. I feel as if my heart didn’t truly start beating until I met you.”
Gods, what could he say to that? She’d laid her soul bare before his, and for a moment, his throat burned with so much emotion that he couldn’t utter a single word, let alone a coherent sentence. Finally, he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead.
“You’re still alive, my sweet human, and I’ll never let anything happen to you. We will make all those memories, and more. I promise. Now come here. I intend to claim you, but slowly this time.” And so he did. He kissed her all over, worshipping every little part of her body, until the sun set and the moons rose high over the distant mountain peaks, until finally, they collapsed breathlessly into one another’s arms.
Epilogue
Five weeks later...
Tarrz gave her a stern look.
“What did I say would happen, little human, if you skipped a day of anal training?” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared down at her. Despite knowing she was in big trouble, she couldn’t stop the flush that stole through her, or the raging heat that pulsed between her thighs.
Frustrated by her body’s lustful reaction to his dominance, she lifted her chin and tried to pretend she wasn’t afraid or affected in any way by his strict questioning.
“You knew Meris was coming for a visit this morning, Master. I tried to explain to you that I didn’t want to wear a plug while I was entertaining a visitor, but would you listen to me? No, you wouldn’t.”
The clenching of his jaw told her she shouldn’t have spoken so boldly, and she took a step back and peered up at her mate, realizing that maybe, just maybe, she should not have disobeyed him in this. Planning to claim her ass soon, he had presented her with a selection of anal plugs in varying sizes, and instructed her to wear one every day, working up to a new larger size every few days. She gulped hard, glancing at the box of plugs on the bed. Three days ago, she had finally worked her way up to the largest size, which meant Tarrz was planning to fuck her in the ass in the very near future. Did missing one day of training really make such a difference?
“I did not give you permission to miss a day of anal training, Lana. You have worn the plugs while you went about your daily chores without complaint; surely you could have worn it while having a guest over. It is not as if I make you walk around naked. Fully clothed, your friend would have had no idea you had a plug seated inside your bottom hole. I am very disappointed that you disobeyed me in this, little human, and you will be punished.”
Her bravery, what little she had left, fled as he approached her and grabbed her by the arm. Her stomach flipped and she tried to escape her mate’s strong grip, but it was no use. He wasn’t letting her go. He meant to punish her, and there wasn’t anything she could do but try to submit as gracefully as possible. In the weeks since they had been married, he had only chastised her twice so far—once on their wedding night, and the other time when she went for a walk in the forest without asking for permission.
He sat on the bed and forced her to stand between his legs. “But first, this hole needs some tending to, doesn’t it?” He reached around and cupped her bottom, drawing her closer as he spread her ass cheeks and caressed her quivering pucker. She lowered her head, embarrassed. Though he had touched her asshole many times, she always experienced a hot flush of shame, as if she had never been touched there before. She often wondered if the embarrassment would ever cease, or if years from now, she would still be blushing and fidgeting awkwardly every time he paid attention to her most private hole.
She whimpered and tried to stand still while he pushed at her tight entrance.
“Tonight, you’re not just getting a spanking, Lana. I’m going to punish your little asshole too.”
“Master?” Alarm filled her, because she had no idea what he meant. He had never punished her bottom hole before, and she didn’t want to find out what exactly that sort of chastisement entailed. She tried to turn and escape, but he grabbed her and forced her over one of his knees, then quickly draped his free leg atop her kicking ones.
“None of that,” he said sternly, giving her a warning swat. “You will submit to your punishment, little human. You were naughty, and this is what naughty girls get.”
Before she could plead with him to simply spank her, he splayed her cheeks apart, and, with the flat of his fingers, delivered a sharp crack over her spread anus. She jerked in his hold and cried out, only for him to continue on, spanking her pucker as he scolded her for disobedience.
“Naughty girls get their bottom holes spanked, don’t they, Lana?” He swatted her again. “Nice and hard.” He must have given her a dozen more slaps before releasing her cheeks
and cupping her behind.
Tears stung in her eyes—not from the pain, but rather from the humiliation of being punished in such an intimate, shameful manner. She made a mental note to never, ever forget to wear her anal plug again. She was only required to wear it for a few hours every morning, and soon, once she was able to take his cock in her ass, he would not require her to wear it as often. She sniffled and buried her face in the covers, too embarrassed for words.
* * *
Tarrz brought his flattened palm down hard on Lana’s ass, peppering her curvy cheeks with sharp spanks. It didn’t take long for her buttocks to turn a deep shade of pink, but she didn’t whimper or cry out nearly as much as she had when he’d been swatting her bottom hole.
He paused and stared down at her, considering her specific infraction and whether or not he was getting through to her. Sniffles drifted up from her, but she hadn’t said she was sorry yet. Perhaps a spanking wasn’t the best way to punish her, he thought, pulling aside one of her cheeks to glimpse her reddened pucker. She tensed and gasped, no doubt expecting another slap to her asshole. But he didn’t plan to spank her there—he planned to finally fuck her snug passage instead.
“Stand up and bend over the bed, little human.” He urged her to her feet and nodded at her to take up position. Teary-eyed, she gave him an uncertain look, but then soon complied. “Good girl. Now, reach around and spread your ass cheeks.”
“Master?”
He removed his clothing and reached for the bottle of lubrication. She peered at his cock in disbelief, finally realizing how he intended to finish her punishment. Despite her reluctance, she sighed and started to reach around to grab her buttocks, but she didn’t spread her cheeks right away. Her hands hovered over the freshly spanked globes of her ass, trembling as she exhaled a shuddering breath and held his gaze, giving him her most pleading look.
“Please, Master. Not in my ass. It will never fit.”
“I assure you, it will fit.” He felt the corners of his mouth twitch. “It may be a tight fit, but it will fit. Now spread.”
With one final whimper of protest, she pulled her bottom apart, revealing her little quivering pucker, still red and slightly swollen from her earlier punishment. She’d been taking the largest plug recently without any apparent trouble, and he was certain she would manage his cock.
He moved behind her and trickled a generous amount of lubrication over her asshole, then massaged it around, ever so slowly, until he breached her entrance and slid two fingers in and out, coating her insides with the lube in preparation for the much larger intrusion of his painfully erect cock.
“Sometimes I will fuck your ass for our mutual pleasure, little human,” he said, positioning his length at her opening, “but this is not one of those times. You were naughty, and this is part of your punishment. You disobeyed my orders, and now this is your penance. A good, hard fucking in your virgin asshole.” He gripped her hips and started pushing inside, careful not to truly hurt her. Her tightness stretched around his shaft.
Fucking Gods. He had to pause mid-thrust, to take a deep breath and steady himself, lest he spill his seed in her too soon. Once he was back in control, he finished driving his length all the way inside her. He began a slow thrusting motion in and out of her, and gradually built his speed, claiming her private hole. He felt the wetness of her arousal when his balls slapped against her slick pussy lips, but he wasn’t about to reach under her and stroke her clit. Perhaps later, if she took her punishment well, he would allow her to reach the heights of her pleasure.
“Master?” she asked, her tone finally apologetic.
“Yes, little human?”
“I-I am sorry I didn’t listen to you. I thought you wouldn’t find out. I never expected you to come home from work early and find me not wearing it. I know that was wrong, planning to deceive you, planning to lie to you.” She gasped when he gave her an especially hard thrust. “I am so very sorry.”
“I appreciate your apology and your honesty, Lana.” He continued fucking her ass, moving faster now. “I’m going to spill my seed in your ass soon, and then this will be over. Do you think you can be a good girl and take the rest of your punishment?”
“Yes, Master,” she said with a groan, and when she tried to rub her clit on the bed, he lifted her hips higher, preventing her from such naughtiness.
Before he could scold her for her wantonness, his inner thighs clenched and blinding white pleasure stole over him. He came hard, pumping his essence into her taut hole, while she moaned and whimpered beneath him, taking every last hard thrust he gave her.
Once he caught his breath, he withdrew from her ass and inspected her adorable little pucker, making sure he hadn’t been too rough with her. Satisfied that she was all right, he left her for several moments while he quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to her with a warm wet cloth, which he used to tend to her secret punished parts.
“Mm. Thank you, Master. That feels nice.” She peered over her shoulder at him. “I really am sorry. I felt guilty all morning about what I was planning. To be truthful, a part of me was glad when you caught me. And the reason I was being so difficult, was because I was angry at myself for planning to lie to you. It won’t happen again, Master. I promise.” She sniffled and her shoulders shook as she tried to hold back a wave of emotion.
He sat on the bed and gathered her in his arms, keeping the warm cloth tucked between her ass cheeks, and holding her close while he stroked her hair. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tight, and when he felt the wetness of her tears on his chest, he wiped them away with his thumbs, giving her an encouraging smile as he did so.
“You’ve never tried to deceive me before, Lana, and that is why I was so hard on you,” he explained in a gentle voice. “I hope this is a lesson we won’t have to soon repeat.”
He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her forehead. She melted against him and shuddered, as if she’d been waiting for him to kiss her, so he kissed her again and again, on her forehead, her cheeks, and then her lips.
Soft, sweet kisses meant to soothe her pain.
“Gods, I love you, little human. I am blessed to have you as my bride.”
“I love you too, Master.” Her expression turned thoughtful. “I never planned to, but I do. Very much. And I am glad for it.”
He kissed her again.
The End
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Sold to the Enemy by Sara Fields
Chapter One
Commander Aubrie Kent shivered as the bitter cold of the dark, dank stone permeated through her skin. Her entire world was wet, freezing, and miserable. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as regret washed over her. It had all gone so wrong, so fast.
Brushing away a stray tear with the back of her dirty hand, she looked around at the cell she’d literally been thrown in hours before.
A superior officer captured. Taken. Utterly ruined.
Could she ever forgive herself for failing the mission? She shook her head. There was no way she could’ve predicted how unprepared they had been, her platoon of Earthen troops decimated. The Venassathi aliens possessed biological weapons that had wiped them out within minutes.
Every male sacrificed. Every female taken.
Now here she sat. Alone and naked, her mouth dry as cotton, her stomach growled.
She wondered if she’d be left here to die. She didn’t want to die this way.
It was so cold. Shivering, she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them to try to keep warm. She hoped whatever they planned to do with her, it happened soon, even if they were going to kill her. Closing her eyes, she tried to sleep and conserve her energy, but nightmares kept her awake despite how hard she tried to shake her fears away.
When she awoke, Aubrie tried to keep her mind busy with the memories of her life before capture and all the mundane tasks that were her responsibilities as an officer in the Earthen army. As a commander, she’d had many duties back at her base, back in Earth’s orbit. She’d planned attacks, orchestrated elaborate missions, and approved lists of soldiers and civilians to live on the space station. Trying to remember their names proved a bit of a distraction, enough to ward off the dangerous grip of panic.
At some point, someone came by and dropped a tray on the ground, sliding it under the bars that held her captive. Ravenous, she stared at the piece of bread and what looked to be some sort of cheese beside a single glass of water, wondering if it was poisoned or ruined with some other sort of biological military weapon. Eventually, her hunger won out as she reached forward for the bread and cheese. If they wanted her dead, she’d be dead already.
After the food was all gone, her stomach still cried out for more. Slowly, she took a little sip of the water, reminding herself that she should conserve it, just in case the aliens decided not to give her any more sustenance for a while. The water seeped over her tongue and she moaned. It tasted slightly metallic and it was warm, but it was the best glass of water she had ever had in her life.
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